YA'LL, idk WHY this gif even exists, but look! It's my two Louis books in one gif! Also, the song is pretty cute, so give it a listen if you wish. Okay, just thought I'd share, that's all...byers! 

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THE NEXT THREE WEEKS WERE FILLED with insurmountable joy.

Louis and I held true to our promise of taking things slow, a mutual respect to not rush things. We wanted to get it right the first time. And, at first it was a tad bit awkward, with Louis not sure when he'd be able to ask me to be his girlfriend, but I assured him I could wait.

I had a jabberwocky to train for, and worrying about the picky parts of relationships was too distracting for now.

If...a relationship was something he felt prepared to have.

 I wasn't entirely sure if it was something I wanted either, considering I had never been in one before, but I tried my best not to psych myself out of it. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Commitment?

Those were the types of thoughts that flooded through my mind in the darkest of hours, and I found it easier to remember the good things to keep them at bay. The memories birthed out of my stay here in Wonderland.

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"Take it," Louis urged, a smile painted all over his face, "come on, darling, I really don't mind."

He might not have minded, but I minded incredibly. Was he actually being serious? We'd just gotten back from an overrunning training session, and he surprised me with a gift—no, not a gift—something I couldn't accept.

We were sitting on the couch back at his cottage, the warmth of the flickering fire beside us just like most of the nights before this. I was wearing his red sweater again, and he was wearing his navy tee and sweats, but what was he thinking? He was holding out his silver chain in his hand, begging for me to take it.

His iconic silver chain. The one he had worn every single day, every single hour, and every single second. Why was he giving it to me?

"I can't take that," I sighed, holding up my hands defensively, "that's like, your thing, Louis, I can't possibly wear that."

He chuckled, "it's a necklace, not an heirloom."

"But it's your favorite!"

"Which is why I want you to wear it," he smiled, dropping it into my lap, "do me a favor and keep it safe, okay?"

"Louis..."

He cut me off. "Darling?"

"Are you sure?"

"More than anything."

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Emma and Daniel took me to Yenqum's village the other day, and I realized how exciting it felt to go shopping. Back at the finishing school, you were only allowed a few personal belongings, and your dorm room was plainer than a blank sheet of paper.

So I was ecstatic for the world of interior design.

Thankfully things were strange here in Wonderland, so instead of money, they had other things: mushrooms, flowers, spare change, pocket lint, and anything else really. It was fascinating.

So I ended up decorating Louis' (well, mine as of recent) room with various trinkets, adding solar paneled fairy lights around the ceiling, cute tiny cactus plants by the window, a fluffy blanket collection, and my personal favorite—a gold-arched, full length mirror.

Which is why I was sitting on the floor of the room on a Saturday afternoon, sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror while I attempted to put eyeliner on Louis.

"Sit still!" I laughed, the makeup pen in my hand, "it doesn't hurt, I promise!"

Louis shook his head quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his hair into my neck instead. I giggled, pushing him back up right to accomplish my mission of making him look edgy. What? He agreed to it! Now he had to follow through.

"What if it gets into my eyes?" He pouted, "I could go blind!"

I raised a brow. "And there you were, calling me the dramatic one."

"We're both dramatic, then."

"Close your eyes, Louis," I smiled, patting the side of his cheek, "I won't stab you with the eyeliner unless you start squirming."

He stuck out his bottom lip, but listened, closing his eyes and letting me get back to work. And it actually went really well at first, the left wing looking fabulous, but then I was thrown off guard when Louis puffed up his cheeks, fluttering his eyes open.

"I better be getting those scones you promised," he said, "don't think I'm doing this out of the good of my heart."

I rolled my eyes, "ever so dramatic, Partridge."

"Cranberry scone."

"I thought you said blueberry?"

"I changed my mind."

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"Louis, what is that?" I said, walking into the kitchen.

As soon as he heard my voice, he grinned, holding up a familiar looking yellow cover to a book. Specifically the cover of a book that he had found back in Yenqum's, and specifically the worst book I had ever read: PICK UP LINES 101.

I instantly tossed the pillow in my hand, lunging over towards him in an attempt to snatch it away.

"I told you to burn it!" I hissed, wrestling it out of his grip, "Louis Partridge, you lied to me!"

The boy just sat there laughing, resisting my fighting with his left hand, as he held open a random page with his right. He began to read the words out loud, stopping to chuckle whenever I'd whack him in annoyance.

"You must be tired," he recited, a cheeky grin on his face, "'cause you've been running through my mind all day."

"Louis!"

"Oh, oh, how about this one. I'll be your Romeo if you'll be my Juliet."

"They both die, you idiot!"

"Are you a vending machine? 'Cause you're a snack."

"You're killing me!"

"Want to hear another one?"

Realizing I'd get nowhere at this rate, I gave up, slumping onto the ground and sprawling myself dramatically on the floor. Louis was still flipping through the book, but when he realized I'd stopped fighting, he set the book down, sliding out of his chair to lay next to me.

We both stared at the ceiling, before turning to look at each other.

"You're the worst," I mumbled, unable to hide my smile.

Louis smiled back. "I know."

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My favorite thing ever was when he took me to watch the stars.

Cliche, I know, but you wouldn't dare say that if you saw what the night sky in Wonderland looked like. It was like the northern lights, but sparkled even brighter, and had colors of all kinds. It was a dream.

"I wish I could live in the stars," I sighed, "spare the burning to a crisp, but it looks so magical."

Louis, who was laying on his back in the grass next to me, laughed. This was the third time we'd been out to watch the stars, and each time felt just as beautiful as the first. I couldn't tell if I preferred watching the sky, or spending time with him.

"I love this," he sighed, turning his head towards me, "this...tranquility."

I shrugged, "speak for yourself, I'm stressed with all this training."

"I am speaking for myself, dummy."

"Did you just call me a dummy?"

"More fitting than 'darling' in this case."

I held back a laugh, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing I found it humorable. It was strange at times; us, I mean. I felt like I've known him for years, and even though it's been almost two months now, I can't shake the feeling that he always brings me. Do I deserve him? I can't answer that.

"I don't know what you see in me," I sighed, sitting up, "sometimes I feel like this is all a dream, ya' know?"

Louis sat up to, disbelief all over his face. "Are you serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"You literally just asked me what I see in you, and I think that's the most ridiculous question I've ever heard."

"Ridiculous?"

Louis let out a soft laugh under his breath, adjusting his position so that he was facing me. And then he grabbed my hands, tugging me closer to him with a glint in his eyes.

"Try to see the world from my eyes," he whispered, "I think you'd find it's a whole lot brighter when you're around."

A whole lot brighter....

I think you'll find that thoughts are silly little things, and you forget they even exist till you hit a pivotal moment in your life. And this whole time, I ignored them. They just lay in the back of my mind unnoticed, and now that I was here with Louis, the gates opened and let them run wild.

We promised each other we'd take things slow, because both of us weren't sure of what we wanted.

And staring at him, the starry sky shining down onto his skin like a spotlight, I knew that he was the answer. I wanted him. I wanted him to be mine, to call him mine, to know that we could finally bridge the space I'd been thinking about for so long.

So when he lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, I felt like a thousand sparks went flying through my skin. And Louis seemed to notice it to, because his body shifted closer to mine, his eyes batting innocently.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

I could barely fathom a nod, my eyes still glued to his. His hazel eyes. The eyes I never got tired of staring into, because I never lost touch with Louis. Knowing what was coming next was like waiting for a firework to explode, and the only thing I could do was hold my breath as I watched it all play out.

I could only hold my breath as he placed his hand on my cheek, beckoning for me to lean closer.

I could only hold my breath, as a teasing smile crept onto his face, brushing his nose against mine to see how I would react—and I widened my eyes.

And I could only hold my breath as I felt his lips connect with mine, sending me lost inside my own thoughts. It was a perfect kiss. It was like the clicking of a puzzle piece into place, the turning of a key in it's lock, and the feeling of falling down a rabbit hole, only to land perfectly safe in his arms.

Much to my disappointment, Louis pulled away after a moment, opening his eyes and looking into mine with contentment in his eyes.

"Breathe," he whispered, "that would help."

I felt my cheeks flush. "I'm breathing."

"Don't lie to me, I can tell,"

And before I could point out the familiarity of our conversation, he leaned in for a quick peck, tapping my chin in amusement. He was very well aware of the fact that I was freaking out, and he was taking advantage of it. He was teasing me.

"You're the worst, Louis Partridge," I grinned.

He grinned back. "I know."

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